So Long Poets- Poem by david lessard

So long, my fellow poets,
I'm off on a trip to Maine;
I expect to see a moose or two,
and probably...some rain.

It's the New England boy in me,
That craves the hills and streams;
The magic of the open fields,
the green, pastoral scenes.

I'll be gone three weeks,
But just a week in Maine;
I'm driving all the way,
I must be half-insane.

Nah, I don't mind it much,
It's just one big long drive;
Interstates make it easy now,
So much sooner you arrive.

I'll give you all an update,
Once I've gotten back;
I'll be leaving in the morning,
I've just a little more to pack.

Good-bye my poet friends,
I'll see you in eighteen days;
But now I have to leave,
The poem to you...it stays!